Em C You're not unlucky, you're just not very smart G D These things will never leave you - they're as close as you can get Em C G D To a blueprint for the future - but you can call it fate. Em C It's like these days I have to write down almost every thought I've held, G D So scared I am becoming of forgetting how it felt, Em C And these fears they will unravel me one day, G D But still I am afraid. Em C But I'm blessed - G D Just to be, more or less - Em C G D Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left Em C Oh blessed - G D Just to be, more or less - Em C G D Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left. Em Now you're blessed amongst all women, C Now a man who's very good, G D He tells you how you feel until your life is understood, Em C And he leads you through it arm in arm as though G D There was a map to guide the way. Em C Now you write because you love him , now you write because he's kind, G D You write so much, you look up and you wrote yourself behind, Em C G D And you're standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased. Em C But you're blessed - G D Just to be, more or less - Em C G D Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left. Em C Are you blessed? G D Just to be, more or less? Em C G D Now you're standing in the afterglow of rapture, but there is no rapture left. instrumental part repeats Em C G D Em C Oh come, and we will celebrate the things that make us real, G D The things that break us open, and the things that make us feel Em C Like these accidental meetings up and partings of the way G D Are not so much our choice but in the blood of how we're made, Em C It's like the way I have to write down almost everything I see, G D So that the record does obscure the thing the record used to be, Em And I know I'm not unlucky, C G D I was just born this way. Em C G D But I'm blessed. Em C Now a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles, G D The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and it smiles, Em And we all fall down C G D Like wind blows through the paper forest. Em C And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles, G D The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and smiles, Em And we all fall down C G D As wind blows through the paper forest. Em C And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisle G D Alarm clock fingers turn they're counting seconds like they're miles Em C G And you say, "wake up now, 'cause I can see no paper forest.
